• down to the midnight lake
    for my soul to take
    the story i tell is of a beautiful gothic girl
    who went to swim in the swirling hell
    upon the rafter deck of high
    so she stood with pride
    i hide in the water
    seeing this beauty swim
    you see i am deseced
    i died here
    the water is too strong to swim
    i wished id listened to him id still be here if i had
    i can see every mistake she takes
    its like watching myself dieing
    before this watery hell delivered me to my fate
    the date i died was 1778
    oh god no not this time you shall not exspereince my fate
    i see her splash
    shes having such fun
    there is no sunshineing down on us just blackened sky of rain above
    the thunder rumbles the lightning flashes
    quick a dase the waves are crashing
    agenst the hell soaken rocks
    i see a figuer long and soft
    along from where i rest i see the figuer lay
    i grasp her arms with my cold dead hands
    and pull her strate to land
    i rub her chest blow into her mouth
    she coughs up water
    i see fear in her eyes i stay standing at her side
    dont fear me for i am kind
    you saved me she said
    i did now please go rest in your warm safe bed
    ill come to see you everynight
    my freind she smiles and pulls up her dress she walks home
    i follow her to bed
    i get on her bed lying next to her chest
    so nice to here life beatting in her chest
    now my spirit is free and i can rest
    goodbye angel
    now its my turn to thank thee for saving me .